Of all the paintings that David Mann has given us over the years, none hold more significance to his career than this one. "It was the very first painting I did," David began. "I had it by my bike at a car show in Kansas City, Missouri. Tiny from the San Fernando Valley in California took a picture of it, and showed it to Ed "Big Daddy" Roth, and it became the first I ever sold. Had just moved back to Kansas City from California, somewhere around 1959-60, and I'd just built my first Harley. In fact, I had the first chopped Harley in town." Imagine it is the beginning of a new decade, one ending the naivete of the '50s and entering the socially turbulent '60s. Riding the crest of that time line, a group of bikers unsure of what's to come, blaze through the hills south of Los Angeles, living the rebel life in a way that would soon define and epitomize an entire generation. In every sense, they were the real deal, yet so unaware of the world they were about to help reshape. But they weren't just rebels with a cause they were rebels with chopped Harley-Davidsons, and they were about to become the harkening wind in a decade's night, and a subculture's dreams.